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Gathering Daisies
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Gathering Daisies |
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Cari Member Posts 411 Englnand |
October skies over Hillcrest Rise Where hopes subside to compromise Complete surrender without protest They settle for the second best ~ Designer phones play tinkle tones Downloaded from the Rolling Bones Oh, once again its Tracy here Gabbling garbage in my ear ~ Hypnotised, mesmerised Stupor reigns in vacant eyes Dazzled floss on flat bed screens Gateway to your plastic dreams ~ Prisoners in their concrete towers Where nothing grows and nothing flowers She pours the tea and ponders when They promised a New Jerusalem ~ Measured time through trickledown years Strengthens despair, confirms our fears English fields have no part in the plan So gather the daisies while you can |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ahhh . . . You have written this in such a way that I can't help thinking you are observing our younger generation and their complete surrender to this plastic generation. Someday it may come to them that they will need be required to "know" things, math, the correct language, etc., and when thy are unable to produce, they will most likely settle for much lower than second best. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
With a few word changes, this could be about any society in the world that is dominated by pop culture. Well done, Cari. I liked the line about the Strolling Bones, I mean "Rolling Bones" "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Beautifully done Cari, this makes me think of a simpler and richer way of life. My fondest memories are having our own parade down the street in our neighborhood, playing wagon train with our little red wagons all tied together, washing cars to make a buck. Today I read an article about the beauty of handwritten letters and how it is a dying art. I also miss vynal records and E tickets. I miss the popsicle man and digging a miniature golf course in our backyard. I miss going to the movies for a dime. Those were the days. Thank you for your poem, I really love it. Obviously.  |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: It is discouraging indeed! You rendered this situation in a masterful way, Cari. I miss all the fragrances of fruit and vegetables and also of the flowers. If we would taste certain food with closed eyes, we wouldn't even be able to say what we actually ate! And the bombardment of "buy, buy, buy this and that"!! Oh, the joy of Spring flowers discovered before others and enjoyed so intensely! Now in the Alps it is forbidden to gather flowers, but they can be pure joy for those who happen to be lucky enough to behold them. Thank you for this thought provoking piece. Margherita |
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